"You broke it, you fix it." That’s what Mikael growled when I accidentally shattered a Reality-Anchored Sigil Relic.

(It was glowing. It looked important. How was I supposed to know?)

Now I work for him. Well, technically with him, but let’s not argue with a floating skull who spits contracts and sarcasm.

So here I am – a mortal representative of the Shady Dealer in your realm.

Stuck in a tiny room with a dimensional rift, a cursed desk, and Mikael hovering behind me, always muttering about “deadlines” and “soul clauses.”

Got questions? Requests? Complaints? Want to file a report because your bracelet whispered to you at 3AM? Or maybe your charisma got too powerful and now everyone follows you around?

Use the portal below. It might reach Mikael. Or just me. Depends who's awake.